Jake Maddox Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

Jake quickly pulled back and gently closed the small wound with his tongue. Two tiny marks remained on Alex’s neck. “I’m not turning you,” Jake said. “Just… tasting.” Alex laughed breathlessly. “That might be the craziest night of my life.” They lay by the fire talking for a long time. Jake told him pieces of his past—being turned in 1876 in London, living through different eras, and using sports like hockey to stay connected to the world. “Hockey keeps me sane,” Jake admitted. “But you… you actually see me.”

A dark-skinned man wearing washed jeans and a black turtleneck shirt stood in the middle of the shop with his back turned to us, talking on the phone. "Ahem." He turned to us, his frown quickly turning into a smile as he approached us, ending the call with whoever was on the other line. "Jack," he laughed as they gave each other a side hug. "Fredrick," Jack responded, and I smiled at their interaction. Fredrick turned to me, his dark eyes on mine. "Who do we have here?" he joked, and I couldn't help but smile. "Hi. I'm Amanda, Jack's girlfriend."

"Winter, I am heartbroken and destroyed." Winter put a hand on hers and tightened gently. "Where are you living?" she asked. "That I don't tell you..." Pidge answered. "Alright...take your time and just know that we are only a phone call away," Winter smiled. _____________________________________ Maddox had landed to Alaska airport, the spark of hope still rising somewhere in his heart. He shrugged his coat and stepped in his car. "Where to, Mr Dasher?" asked the driver and he answered, "Take me to every bakery..."

The monster was squealing way louder this time and it looked like the book had actually hurt it. But Jake couldn't count on that. There had to be some other way. Well, the book was a book and he began to figure that he hadn't actually read that much from it. More squealing. Jake began flipping the book's pages, desperately looking for something he could use. He landed to a page filled with sketches on diagrams. Symbols. This might work! Please work! Recalling Mr. Henry's earlier account about the symbols of protection, Jake's eyes fell one particular symbol.

Her team all nod in agreement. “DDG?” I ask under my breath and Jake turns to look at me with his hands on his hips. He may be gay, but I know the guy could probably knock men bigger and scarier than me on their ass. Jake is an ex MMA fighter, but his passion is hair and flair, apparently from what Mouse found in his file. “Drop dead gorgeous. Come on, big boy, learn the lingo.” He says and we all chuckle. “Still, I don’t see why she would be jealous.” Melody says, her voice small and vulnerable.

“I know. It’s mildly horrible. But there are new details coming out about Maddy’s supposed affair with William Callahan. If the media is intent on reporting that as fact with no more proof than they have, then I don’t feel too guilty for misleading them.” “They’re vultures. All they want is to feed off of the misfortune of others. To make a profit off of someone else’s misery. I say lie away,” Jake said, his expression fierce. “Anyway, I just need to cultivate a convincing story and send it using one of my alternate email accounts.” “That’s why I pay you so much.” “For my evil genius?”

“No. All I’m telling you is not to let our family go to war with him right now. We are not ready yet. If you can get his rejection without going to war, please do it. I want the pack back, but I will never risk the lives of people we love just to get it back. I know Jace and Jake are good with war tactics, but I’m sure we will get surprises as his pack is very secluded, but I knew weapons were being driven in there. Do you understand me?” I nodded my head. “I may sound selfish right now, like I don’t want to help you, but…” “I understand. Especially when they are all upset. We can’t go to war if we are all too emotional.” “Exactly. Plus, if we end up killing Maddox, I’m not sure what will ha

Only this time instead of an overpriced suit the man now wore and brown and tan plaid button down shirt tucked into a pair of pleated khaki pants. "Mrs. Maddox, it's lovely to see you again." I accepted the hand he held out for me. "Thank you, James. You can call me Saraid." He retrieved my bags from the trunk and stowed them under the plane. "James is a dear friend of mine and Liam's. He is a warlock. From your coven to be exact," explained Chase. I examined James from a distance. "He's on our side you said?"